Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire - Gimmick Rappers lyrics

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Gimmick rappers can't lie foreva

But as long as I'm here gimmick rappers gon die togetha

Told my mama I love drama no one tried to tell her

She should of left the club instead of tryna find the fella

The villains born dark storms that's my kind of weather

Sendin gimmick niggas to the mall to go buy umbrellas

Like eminem was tellin them that they should die at illas

So my fans they look like him but say I am betta

Picture the thought of that since no one spit a harder rap

I told her that I'm jehovas little brotha the God of rap

Don't play me like u a atheist face it it's more fact

Gimmick rappers have heart attacks when u tell him the God is back

The problem is more than that like iraq when the gats in em

U diss me u gon be done like a snack when the rats get em

After the baptism the blat and the blat hit em

No need for that gat cause fact is the raps kill em

Live ya life like a mockery niggas will see the prophecy

Stand on a flight of stairs before u ever think u on top of me

Nigga how could u possibly think that u could be stoppin me

Destiny could'ntstop me I move and that hoe be watchin me

Fans are no longer cryin to see jayz throw up the dynasty

Not big as that nigga jigga but nigga tell him it's time for me

Rap game is dyin to me I'm the rapper they tryin to see

I could bring it back kindly, forcibly or violently

Ladies and gentlemen introducing from houston the truth

And I'm in the booth and your truth is a big illusion

What u choosin if u choosin to jump into the confusion

U losin and end up choosin to cruisin into a bruisin nigga



Chamillionaire speaks





Then they said on the radio I ain't beefin with rappers no mo

But tell em to go correct it cause rappers be actin homo

Came in it screamin duo I'm leavin it screamin solo

Disrespectin a logo's a nono I'll leave u rojo

Ay that's  spanish real niggas will never vanish

We rise up and then we ride up on hatas prepare to panick

Put your teflon on u betta go get it planted

Rip off your chest piece to make niggas remember janet

Ay log on the net type in the villain and search

And realize y gimmick rappers is hurt

Cause the truth hurts and u jerks (u jerks) is a package of skirts

Put ya lil advance back in ya purse (ha ha)

The nigga say he don't like me he actin like he a wifey

Ain't held a pistol actin like he da type that'll snipe me

U don't like me, invite me, u don't like me, come fight me

And if u can't afford the flight and u don't like me then write me

I ain't concerned with any of your concerns

I'm tryna stack plaque on top of plaque like gum germs

I got enough tongue twisters to make the tongue turn

Make the sun burn I'm so hot I can give it sunburn

So call up kayslay and ask him who is

The trillest to spit it then call up dj whoo kid

Dj drama, vlad, green lantern, and kool kid

Tell em it's time to switch they plate lace up with the new kid


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